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Simon Gray is the ideal teenager — smart, reliable, hardworking, trustworthy. Or is he? After Simon crashes his car into The Liberty Tree, another portrait starts to emerge. Soon an investigation has begun into computer hacking at Simon’s high school, for it seems tests are being printed out before they are given. Could Simon be involved?

Simon, meanwhile, is in a coma — but is this another appearance that may be deceiving? For inside his own ...
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Overview

Simon Gray is the ideal teenager — smart, reliable, hardworking, trustworthy. Or is he? After Simon crashes his car into The Liberty Tree, another portrait starts to emerge. Soon an investigation has begun into computer hacking at Simon’s high school, for it seems tests are being printed out before they are given. Could Simon be involved?

Simon, meanwhile, is in a coma — but is this another appearance that may be deceiving? For inside his own head, Simon can walk around and talk to some people. He even seems to be having a curious conversation with a man who was hung for murder 200 years ago, in the branches of the same tree Simon crashed into. What can a 200-year-old murder have to do with Simon’s accident? And how do we know who is really innocent and who is really guilty?

Seventeen-year-old Simon lies in a coma, finding his space and time overlapping with that of a man who was lynched over 200 years ago, while a member of the cheating ring he has been helping wonders if their actions have caused the plagues assaulting their New Jersey town.

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Publishers Weekly
On the night that a horde of peepers disgorge themselves from local streams into the town of Bellehaven, "shrieking like souls of the dead disturbed from their slumber," a teenage computer whiz named Simon crashes his car into a landmark, the Liberty Tree. Crows descend next, to consume the dead frogs, and a number of portentous plagues follow metaphoric indicators that the bucolic community is not what it seems. Simon, who has been hacking into the school's computer system to help a group of popular teenagers cheat on their exams, falls into a coma. His stupor is punctured by a series of dreamlike encounters with the ghost of the legendary murderer who was hanged from the Liberty Tree 100 years ago. Was he really as guilty as everyone thought he was? And will Simon's accident catalyze the popular girl with a guilty conscience into renouncing her ill-won college acceptance? Readers may wonder why the police would get involved with a case of high school cheating, and it's hard to believe that these students could fool their teachers. But Simon though forced to share space with a number of less-appealing protagonists, including a shallow, pot-smoking younger sister and a stupid, ambitious jock is a thoughtful, interesting character. McDonald (Shadow People; Swallowing Stones) paints an eerie, electric atmosphere of menace that lingers past the final page. Ages 12-up. (Oct.) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
KLIATT
Surrealism blends with moral dilemmas in this slightly fantastic mystery. Simon Gray drives his car into a tree and ends up in a coma on the night his quiet town of Bellehaven is hit with a plague of peepers. As Simon lies unconscious in his hospital bed, secrets unravel around him. Three of his high school classmates are hiding something, and are terrified that "the project" will be discovered due to Simon's accident. Meanwhile, Simon's comatose visions reveal a 200-year-old miscarriage of justice. While Simon sees ghosts, and his co-conspirators fear for themselves, Bellehaven is rocked by freak weather conditions and an overwhelming murder of crows. Haunting language (occasionally self-indulgently so) and touches of magical realism create a tastily creepy tale. KLIATT Codes: S—Recommended for senior high school students. 2001, Random House, Dell Laurel-Leaf, 245p.,
— Deborah Kaplan
VOYA
What if human transgressions, however secret, were manifested outwardly for the whole world to see? On an unseasonably warm April night, Simon Gray, an exemplar high school junior, has his own transgressions in mind when a plague of tiny frogs suddenly converges on him as he sits by the river. Jumping into his car, he tries to drive over and through the frogs and crashes his Honda into the Hanging Tree. As Simon hovers between life and death, strange manifestations continue—the murder of crows, an infestation of mosquitoes, a freak blizzard. Meanwhile the police are alerted to a computer-hacking incident at the school that might be linked to Simon and three other students. Simultaneously, Simon finds himself taking out-of-body visits including several to the past, where justice was trampled by townsfolk two hundred years earlier. Many people must confront their misdeeds, past and present, before Simon can recover. McDonald's latest tale seems to revisit themes she touched on in two earlier works, Swallowing Stones (Bantam, 1997/VOYA December 1997) and Shadow People (Random House, 2000/VOYA October 2000):that outward appearances can be deceptive and that questions of guilt and innocence rarely have clear answers. She carries the theme farther this time, encompassing troubled souls as well as minds, creating an eerie and compelling tale. Intertwining mysteries of past and present, love, hate, ambition, and desire all play roles in motivations of the characters. A rousing booktalk should have this story flying off shelves into the hands of teens who enjoy suspense with a twist of the supernatural. VOYA CODES:4Q 4P J S (Better than most, marred only by occasional lapses;Broadgeneral YA appeal;Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9;Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12). 2001, Delacorte, 245p, $15.95. Ages 12 to 18. Reviewer:Mary Ann Darby—VOYA, December 2001 (Vol. 24, No. 5)
School Library Journal
Gr 7 Up-Simon slams his car into the Liberty Tree, the oldest tree in the county. While he lies in a coma, there is a lot of speculation about whether it was intentional or an accident, and his friends worry over the secret they share that could get them expelled from school. The nature of the secret and the relationship between Simon and Jessup Wildemere, a drifter hanged from Bellehaven's Liberty Tree over 200 years before, are disparate stories that unravel at the same time. Manipulated by his so-called friends, Simon, a vulnerable computer "geek," aids in a "project" designed to hack into the school's computer system to obtain teachers' tests. Successful for three years, the devious seniors were getting accepted at prestigious colleges and, until the accident, were feeling smug about their deception. Would Simon awaken from his coma and tell? Ominous imagery of thousands of peeper frogs and swooping crows provides the backdrop for the evil doings in Bellehaven. Simon somehow leaves his unconscious body behind and meets the ghost of Jessup Wildemere. The young man tells him about the night of the murder where he was unjustly accused and executed. The truth is what ultimately spurs the teen out of his coma. The computer hackers are never implicated but manage to mend their ways after Simon's accident. The juggling of numerous plot elements is interesting and will appeal to mystery fans, even if the supernatural elements feel imposed and unnecessary.-Vicki Reutter, Cazenovia High School, NY Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
It starts with an abnormal spring heat wave that triggers an invasion of spring peepers. After that, there's the invasion of crows and an outbreak of West Nile virus. And, of course, there's the ghost. The ghost was hanged in the Liberty Oak that Simon Gray crashed his Honda the night the peepers appeared. Simon is a high-school junior whom his sister, Courtney, calls St. Simon and who sardonically refers to himself as Dudley DoRight. However, his behavior since his mother's death the year before has not been all that saintly. For one thing, he has joined a group of seniors in a project that is unethical if not outright illegal and could easily get them thrown out of school. Beginning with the car crash, the story weaves skillfully through the lives of Simon, his family, friends, and schoolmates, who circulate in and out of the hospital, waiting to see Simon, waiting to see if Simon survives-or not. In a comatose state, Simon meets the ghost, Jessup Wildmere, and learns the truth about his hanging. Readers get a clear picture of Simon from the memories and feelings of the other characters; although he is at the center, the others are pretty well drawn, too. Written with considerable narrative skill, the supernatural elements are so cleverly integrated that the ending is both satisfying and convincing. A page-turning plot, good characterization, and very convincing setting will have this suspenseful thriller driving up library circulation. (Fiction. YA)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307819789
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 5/16/2012
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 756,727
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Joyce McDonald is the author of Swallowing Stones and Shadow People.
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Chapter 1

On the night Simon Gray ran his '92 Honda Civic into the Liberty Tree, the peepers exploded right out of the local streams, shrieking like souls of the dead disturbed from their slumber, louder and more shrill than anyone in Bellehaven could remember. Like the plague of frogs converging on ancient Egypt, they were everywhere: in window boxes, on front porch rockers, in mailboxes carelessly left open, in gutters. They even clogged a few exhaust pipes.

Most people in town were absolutely positive the peepers caused Simon's accident. With squashed frogs all over the road, their blood, like so much oil, made driving slippery. It was bound to happen to somebody. A few suspected that the sudden appearance of the peepers might be a curse. But this was an unpopular view, Bellehaven being a respectable and upright town.

When the police found no skid marks, nothing to indicate that Simon Gray had slammed on the brakes for dear life, that was no surprise. Everyone knew he would have. He was the responsible young man who baby-sat their children, walked their dogs, and watered their plants while they were on vacation. The boy who had cleaned their gutters, mowed their lawns, and run their errands since he was ten.

They were sure the slick mess on the road would have made finding any trace of tire treads impossible. Not one single person in town doubted that for a minute, and if anyone hinted otherwise, people turned away and wandered off without finishing the conversation.

Come sunrise, following the accident, what remained of the peeper population had settled back into the streams and the muddy banks of the Delaware, but for the next two weeks they continued their piercing chirps after the sun went down. By the time they finally stopped, everyone in town knew the truth about Simon Gray.

Or so they believed.

On the day before the accident, a heat wave settled over Bellehaven like a cloud of steam. It all but sucked the air out of anyone who tried to take a deep breath. Some attributed special significance to its being April Fools' Day. But most simply found it odd to have eighty-five-degree temperatures in early April, shrugged, and went on about their business, although they were inclined to move at a much slower pace. Only the Delaware River, swollen with the spring runoff and freshly stocked with brook and rainbow trout, sped along at breakneck speed, spewing white foam over rocky ridges.

When the heat wave persisted through the following day, girls dug out last year's shorts and tank tops from attic trunks in preparation for school on Monday, and threw away lipsticks that had melted in their backpacks. By nightfall, people found themselves kicking off top sheets, digging window fans out of basements and attics, and wrapping ice cubes in face towels to lay across the backs of their necks. A few even turned on air conditioners, muttering about future electric bills that were sure to leave them paupers.

But the heat wasn't all that kept Simon Gray awake as he paced his airless bedroom that night, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He hadn't slept in two nights, and it didn't look as if he ever would again. Unlike everyone else in town, he barely noticed the temperature creeping toward ninety. He had other things on his mind.

When he slipped on a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a black T-shirt, silently sneaked out the back door, got in his car, and headed for the river, it wasn't in search of cooler air. What he sought was a few moments of peace. A rare minute or two when something or someone besides Devin McCafferty and the others didn't monopolize his thoughts.

He parked his Honda near the boat ramp and headed down to his favorite spot a few feet from the Delaware. For the next half hour he watched the moonlight glimmer off the rush of water heading downriver, letting his mind flow along with it. People, he realized, were a lot like drops of water caught up in the spring runoff, shuttled into fast-moving streams that collided into rivers and rushed to join the ocean. If you got caught in the current there was no turning back. The only way out of that racing water was to evaporate into the night air.

Evaporate. Disappear.

He wondered what it would feel like to be as light as mist, to no longer be weighted down with a human body filled with leaden fears, in constant dread of being discovered, exposed, humiliated.

Simon turned his face toward the sky so thick with stars he could almost taste them on his tongue, metallic, like biting into aluminum foil. Moonlight glinted off his thick glasses, and anyone looking at his face would have thought his eyes had melted into two pools of pure light.

Sitting with his back against the base of a huge white pine, eyes closed, he listened to the gentle hush-hush, the whisper of the wind through the soft needles. For just the tiniest moment Simon thought he might float up into the night air and beyond. Until the piercing shrieks of two raccoons, probably males hell-bent on killing each other over a female, forced him to remember why he was here, why he hadn't been able to sleep.

He did not want to think about what would happen to him, to all of them, if they were caught. But then, maybe it was time he was caught, because he'd been fooling everyone for so long he'd started to fool himself. Simon the Eagle Scout. Simon the Responsible. Squeaky clean Simon. Hell, he was Bellehaven's very own Dudley Do-Right. Who was he kidding?

Even when he was caught stealing a computer game the previous fall from CompUSA, the manager, who turned out to be his old second-grade teacher, Mr. Grabowski--the upgraded Mr. Grabowski, ex-teacher, now a hotshot manager--had merely given him a friendly pat on the back and said, "Guess you had your head in the clouds, there, Simon." He had pointed to the box Simon had tucked inside his jacket. "I think you forgot to pay for that."

Yeah, right. Was the guy that dense?

Simon had lifted the box from its hiding place and said, "Oh, yeah. Sorry." And that was all there was to it. Later he realized that Mr. Grabowski hadn't wanted to believe Simon would stoop to stealing from his store. Simon himself still had no idea why he'd done it. It was the only thing he'd ever tried to steal in his life, and now he couldn't even remember the name of the computer game.

What was it with people anyway? Why did they trust him? Especially with their kids? Lately he'd taken to letting the kids do exactly what they wanted, eat Oreos and fistfuls of Froot Loops and Cocoa Puffs until they spun like twirling tops from all that sugar. He let them watch cartoons until their eyes popped right out of their heads. He liked to see the kids happy. It made him feel good.

When that didn't work, he would sometimes set them in their cribs or their playpens and let them cry until their throats were hoarse and their noses so clogged they could barely breathe. Their sobs brought him much too close to the edge, much too close to his own tears, tears he'd worked hard to control. That was when he would walk right out the back door, sit under the nearest tree, and wait for the silence, because he couldn't bear to listen to their cries. Because he didn't know how to take away their pain.

Simon folded his arms and tucked his hands beneath them. He stared out over the river. If those same moms had followed him around this past year, they would have been horrified. They would have locked their children in their rooms for safekeeping, kept their pets in their basement, shuttered their windows, pulled down their shades, and shunned the very sight of him. He imagined that even his own mother, if she had still been alive, would have turned away from him.

Sometimes, on nights when the sky had just begun to turn violet, and strange shadows seemed to hover along the edge of his backyard where it ran into the neighbor's field and to the cemetery beyond, Simon thought he saw his mother rising from her restful place beneath the pines, where she had been buried more than a year earlier, to shake her head in disapproval. On such nights, he would see her at the edge of the field, and if he stared long and hard enough, squinting into the thin line of muted orange on the horizon, if he blurred his vision ever so slightly, he could almost make out the disappointment on her face.

On these nights, he was convinced she knew everything he had ever done and considered him beyond redemption. On other nights, when he was willing to cut himself a little slack, he told himself such notions were childish fantasy. Still, despite this rationale, he had discovered he preferred the shadowy form of disapproval, hovering beyond the edge of his yard, to nothing at all.

It was almost midnight and Simon's eyelids felt heavy. The lack of sleep was catching up with him, and now it seemed his mind was beginning to play tricks, because suddenly tiny frogs were springing out of the weeds, leaping off rocks, and sending their shrill calls into the night. They flew into Simon's lap, landed in his hair, crawled into the pockets of his cargo shorts.

Frantic, he jumped to his feet, beating the frogs from his head, all the while trying not to step on any of them as he made a dash for his Honda. Dozens of frogs crawled over his car. Fortunately he had left the windows up. Still, the peepers clung to the windshield like tiny suction-cup toys. Simon pounded his fist at them from the inside, but they refused to budge. If he turned on the windshield wipers he could launch the peepers right into outer space. Then again, maybe not. Maybe he would end up with a windshield smeared with frog guts, making it even harder to see. Forget the windshield wipers.

The rearview mirror was useless. The entire rear window was coated with frogs. So were the side windows. The only way he could see to back out was to roll down his window and risk letting the frogs inside the car. He rolled the window down a few inches, enough to peer out, then pulled out of the parking lot, hoping that once he was away from the river the frogs would disappear. But to his amazement, they were everywhere. They rose out of neatly manicured lawns and bounced along the tops of boxwood hedges; they were all over the road. And the sound, as he drove over them--hundreds, maybe thousands--was the sound of tar bubbles popping on a sun-scorched road.

He had never seen anything like this before--not in all the years he'd lived in Bellehaven--not in his entire life.

As Simon approached the community park with its fifteen-mile-an-hour speed limit, the car continued to speed along--fast, then faster. With any luck at all, the frogs would blow right off the windshield. But they hung on. The faster Simon went, the louder the popping noises from beneath his tires. Desperate, he turned the radio up full blast to drown out the horrible sound.

As he passed the park--a perfect square surrounded on three sides by stately Victorian homes and the county courthouse on the fourth--he had the bizarre sensation of being in a dream. Maybe all this was a hallucination brought on by lack of sleep. He'd heard of such things. Or maybe the hallucination was the result of the heat.

As he squinted through a clear space of glass in between the frogs, Simon's eyes fell on the huge white oak up ahead. It was the oldest tree in the county, dating back to the Revolutionary War. A battle-scarred soldier. The road had been lovingly built to curve around its thick roots. Beneath its sprawling branches a tarnished bronze plaque proclaimed this the Liberty Tree.

But Simon and the other kids at school called it the Hanging Tree because more than two hundred years before, a drifter named Jessup Wildemere was hanged from its branches for murdering Cornelius Dobbler right in his own bed while he slept, stabbing him so many times the blood formed a pool on the floor, seeped through the crevices, and stained the ceiling of the parlor below.

Up ahead, a dark shadow seemed to rise out of the damp earth in front of the bronze plaque. The shadow shifted, grew filmier in the glare of Simon's headlights, but he could see it had a form--the shape of a man.

Simon's breath caught in his throat. He was so startled by the shifting figure in front of him, he didn't realize he was still flying along at fifty miles an hour. And when he did notice, it was too late. In his panic his foot slammed down on the gas pedal instead of the brake. The car's engine roared in response. The Honda hydroplaned over the slick surface, going so fast Simon thought the car had sprouted wings. His fear was replaced with a sense of wonder, a sense of absolute freedom. He felt himself being lifted right into the air. Like a drop of water evaporating, he was out of the river. Yes!


The sirens didn't wake Danny Giannetti because he hadn't yet gone to bed. He sat on the porch roof outside his bedroom window, watching in wonder as, below, thousands of peepers converged on the front lawn. If he lay on his stomach and leaned carefully over the edge, his fingers clamped on the rusting gutter guards, he could see the frogs on the steps, on the porch railing, on the pillars. Their green bodies, almost black in the moonlight, were dark splotches on the white paint.

His first thought, when the emergency siren sounded, was that the town had declared war on the frogs. He half expected to see fire trucks tear down the street, firefighters blasting holes in the blanket of frogs with their hoses, half expected a cavalcade of police cars, with sharpshooter cops hanging from the windows, firing nonstop as peepers sprang into the air, looking like clay pigeons as they leaped for their lives. But the emergency siren stopped. And the distant moan of police car and ambulance sirens didn't seem to be coming anywhere near Maple Avenue, where Danny lay on the porch roof, listening carefully.

Once in a while, if you paid close attention, Bellehaven might give up one of its secrets. Somewhere in town behind one of these closed doors, maybe a life-and-death emergency was unfolding. Or maybe a crime, a robbery, or even a murder. Danny was hopeful, beside himself with anticipation.

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Reading Group Guide

About the Novels of Joyce McDonald

Joyce McDonald is a new and powerful voice in thriller fiction for teenagers. Like Lois Duncan’s protagonists, McDonald’s teenage characters stumble into dangerous territory, and along the way must make moral and ethical decisions that will fundamentally affect their future. Whether it’s computer crime, a stray gunshot, arson, or an accidental murder, McDonald promises her readers a gripping story. Her characters might be recognizable from the nightly news or the front pages of local newspapers, but the consequences they suffer turn their misdeeds into a “reality check” for teen readers and force them to think about the serious outcomes of teenage crime in the United States.

Pre-Reading Activity

Ask the group to look in the newspaper or news magazines and find articles about computer crimes in our nation. How might such crimes be considered white-collar crimes? Outline rights and responsibilities that schools should teach students regarding computer technology.

Questions for Discussion

1.Joyce McDonald describes the town of Bellehaven as a beautiful bucolic spot: “. . . Victorian homes nestled between ancient oaks and maples . . . the very sight of it could take your breath away especially in the spring when all of Edgewood Avenue was shimmering with crabapple blossoms.” Yet the town has a very dark history. What is its secret, and how is the town being punished for it now?
2.The main characters in Shades of Simon Gray are Simon Gray, Devin McCafferty, Kyle Byrnes, Danny Giannetti, and Liz Shapiro. Discuss each of the characters and their relationships. Who among the people you know are like any of them?
3.Danny Giannetti believes “You don’t have to play the game, you just have to know how to win it.” Kyle Byrnes lives by the creed “Do anything you want, the trick is make sure no one ever finds out and if they do . . . lie like hell.” Even Liz Shapiro, who believes she is an honest person, secretly removes an antique journal from the historical society to work on a report. She rationalizes: “They would never miss it. She would return it in a few days and no one would ever be the wiser.” What do you think influenced these kids to formulate philosophies that allow them to comfortably behave so dishonestly?
4.A 2002 study of 4500 high school students across the country by Rutgers University’s Management Education Center found that 75 percent of the students surveyed engaged in serious cheating. Common student responses were: “I actually think cheating is good.” “A person who has an honest life can’t succeed.” How is this survey relevant to Shades of Simon Gray? How do you and your classmates feel about cheating? How does the larger world of politics, business, and media affect your attitudes? Be honest!
5.Shades of Simon Gray raises questions of ethics and ethical behavior. What ethical dilemmas do you face outside school? Do your friends influence the choices you make? Would you do something unethical to please them?
6.Of all the conspirators, Devin is the only one who rejects the rewards she receives as a result of “the project.” What is the turning point for her? Does your opinion of Devin change by the end of the novel?
7.Before Simon’s accident, what clues indicate that he might have crashed the car on purpose?
8.“The way Simon was beginning to see it was, there were two ways out of this place: you either pulled yourself up or you let them hang you.” Simon knows he has a choice. The visions or out-of-body experiences he has while in a coma help him come to a decision. How do his encounters with Jessup Wildemere help him make his choice?
9.“He found himself outside his room, near the nurses’ station, where two doctors were talking. He tried waving his hands over his head to get their attention, but the doctors never so much as glanced his way. Within seconds Simon’s ears filled with a strange whooshing sound. He felt himself propelled like smoke through the stem of a pipe, right into his body.” The belief that critically ill patients can have out-of-body experiences is a very controversial one. Where do you stand on the issue? Do you believe Simon’s experiences are real? Propose an alternative explanation.
10.Shades of Simon Gray demonstrates that normally honest, law-abiding citizens can be manipulated and corrupted into committing illegal acts, whether in 1798 or in the present. What was it about the people of Havenhill that allowed them to hang a man without a trial and then lie about it? Does it make any difference that they were ignorant of the truth? Simon knew he was being manipulated by Kyle, Devin, and Danny, yet he still chose to get involved in “the project.” What was Simon’s sin?
11.When they need quiet time and a place for serious thinking, the characters in Shades of Simon Gray find their way down to the river. What is it about a river that makes it conducive to thinking? Talk about where you go to be alone to think.
12.Joyce McDonald often takes advantage of the multiple meanings of words she uses–for example, the expression a murder of crows and the words shades of gray in the title. Talk about the author’s use of language and how it helps to set a tone and to give richness to the novel.

This guide was prepared by Clifford Wohl, educational consultant.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 26, 2005

    Amazing!

    The book is another example of Joyce McDaniel's excellent writing abilities. The novel expertly ties in the past with the present through personal emotions and experiences.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 3, 2005

    It was good

    I thought this book was ok..the many plots and characters that entertwine get a little confusing sometimes. If i can remember there are a few stories...Simons story, of course, then some of his friends..their stories...then Simons father and sister...and some of his teachers. If i picked up the book one day, i had no idea where i left off because it was so confusing. There were parts i enjoyed though- The talking to Jessup Wildemere was great though..i really did enjoy that part. If you are into mystery books this is definetly for you...you'll really enjoy it. Once again, it was good, but not great

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2005

    Awesome!!!

    This book is for someone like me. If you like to have a mystery novel with a touch of history to it, than this is a book for you. It's catching beinging, grabs your attention and holds on to you til the end. I hope you read Shades of Simon Gray and enjoy it too. ( :

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2004

    Very interesting..

    I was originally looking for a 'blue ribbon' or what-not book for the test students take, with books based on reading level and such. Out of the many books I found, this was by far the best of them. I ended up reading this one first, the other two, and a little bit of this one again. Most of the time the book is easy to follow along. Predicting what will happen is one thing that isn't easy in this book; regardless of such, what happens still ends up very interesting. It leaves some leeway to be creative, but still sticks to details. Very nice book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2001

    Simon Gray is a Great Book

    The Shads Of Simon Gray was a great book! I enjoyed the mystery of what was going to happen next the whole time! I couldnt put this book down and neither will you!!

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